A/N: Here it is!! The last chapter! It's long I know, but it's worth the long read!!!
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Lawler: Tonight on RAW we're going to find out exactly what the deal is with Legacy coming out during Amy's matches.
Cole: This explanation should be interesting.
(Randy Orton's music hits)
Lawler: And here he comes with his little lackeys following behind him. No surprise there.
(Orton calmly gets into the ring followed by his team. Orton is then handed a microphone. The audience boos loudly.)
Orton: I know all of you are wondering…."What is Legacy's interest in Amy?" Well….we see GREAT potential in her. Enough of a potential to invite her to join LEGACY. Now we did a little research on her and we found out that her great great great grandfather actually was a professional wrestler in Ireland. So technically, Amy IS a second generation wrestler. Amy, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity…think about it.
(Orton drops the microphone and Legacy goes backstage)
Lawler: Did Orton just INVITE someone to Legacy, Michael Cole???
Cole: He sure did, King. He sure did.
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Amy'S POV
The longer RAW went on, the more nervous I got. Even during my last tag team match with Matt, I was nervous. Matt and I had just won for what would be the last time when he 'confronted' me after our big match. Much to the surprise of the fans, I had agreed to join Legacy. Matt 'angrily' stormed off before I could 'explain' things to him. I stood there in the ring, looking like I was about to cry for a few seconds when I ran after him.
-Cut scene-
"Evan! Please let me explain!!"
"There's no need for that, Amy. You've made your choice. We're done."
"Evan please no! Just let me explain!!"
"Get away from me, Amy. You have all the talent in the world and you're going to waste it by joining Legacy. I can't stand by and watch. I care about you too much."
(Evan storms off the screen)
"Evan!! Evan!!!"
"And cut" the director said. "Great job guys."
"May I walk you to your lockerroom Miss?" Matt smiled, extending his hold so I could hold it.
"You may" I replied as I did my best curtsy. Too bad I almost fell over. He started cracking up.
"That was very graceful, Amy" he laughed.
"Oh shut up, Matty."
"So what lockerroom are you going to today?" he asked.
"Well I'm going to go to the Divas lockerroom, get my stuff, and head over to bestie's I suppose."
"Well I'll gladly escort you, madam" he chuckled.
And he did just that. After making a brief stop (and trying to avoid any conversation with the girls about my big decision), Matt and I headed over to bestie's lockerroom. We stopped when we got to his door.
"Amy" Matt sighed. "I've really enjoyed teaming up with you. You're the best partner I've had so far. I'm going to miss this" he said as he gently rubbed my hand. Can we say MELT? I wish that things didn't go down the way they did with Matt. He would've been the perfect boyfriend.
"Thank you Matt. I'll miss this too. I've had a lot of fun out in that ring with you."
Matt and I stood there smiling at each other in comfortable silence. I bet to the passerbys we looked like idiots having a staring contest, but I don't think either one of us cared.
"Do you think I could get one last kiss from you?" he nervously asked me. As soon as he finished asking, he looked down at the ground and nervously shuffled his feet. How the hell could I refuse someone who is SO adorable?
"Of course you can, Matty."
Matt stepped closer to me, wrapped his arms around me, and gave me the best kiss we'd had so far. I wasn't running my hands all over him like a wild animal and he wasn't doing that to me, either. It was just a nice, innocent kiss. He pulled away from me, leaned his forehead against mine, and sighed.
"Good luck tonight, Amy" he smiled. He then gently cupped my face and kissed my cheek. "The guy you pick is the luckiest guy in the world."
Matt gently dropped my hand back to my side and walked away. I sure feel terrible.
I turned back around after watching Matt leave and knocked on bestie's lockerroom door. I didn't want to 'interrupt anything' if you know what I mean! Bestie opened the door with a big smile on his face.
"Good job bestie. I was watching your match and the aftermath. You two did great" he smiled.
"Thanks big guy."
"Hiding out in here, huh?" he laughed as he stepped aside and let me in.
"Yeah. I don't feel like getting drilled by everyone right now."
"You nervous?" he asked as he sat down and pulled on his boots.
"Of course I am you big dork! My life is about to change!"
"I know, besite. Just remember I'm here for you. Anyway my match is next…which means RAW is almost over" he told me.
"Oh thank you for the reminder, jackass."
"You're welcome" he smiled. He leaned down and gave me a big hug. "I love you, bestie."
"I love you too, bestie."
My best friend headed out his lockerrom door and down to the guerilla position for his match, which was the main event. I turned on the monitor and slumped down onto the couch. I sighed to myself, knowing that I was about to break someone's heart.
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About an hour later we were all back at the hotel. Chris and I were in our hotel room, getting ready to go out with the rest of the gang. Unfortunately I was pretty much freaking out. Very soon, I would be telling the boys my decision and I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
"Blondie you need to relax" Chris said as he came behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. "You're a nervous wreck!"
"Of course I am, Chris! This is going to suck!"
"I know, Blondie. But I'm here for you" he sighed. "You have a lot of other people who are too ya know. Just relax. Come on. We gotta go. Everyone is waiting."
As I stood there at the mirror looking at myself, I couldn't help but get a lump in my throat. I just hoped the guy I didn't pick will eventually understand. Grabbing my wallet and my cellphone, I linked arms with Chris and we headed out to the elevator. We were in the elevator when it finally stopped at the lobby. I was about ready to barf. I stood there in the elevator, frozen like a deer in headlights.
"Come on Blondie" Chris smiled. "It's alright."
I didn't say anything as I linked arms with Y2Jackass and we headed into the bar. My heart is racing a mile a minute right now. As soon as we walked in, I instantly starting shaking.
"Blondie" Chris sighed. "It will be alright. I promise."
After taking a few deep breaths, Chris and I headed to the table where my crew was sitting. I still feel like I'm going to throw up. I looked over at my bestie and he gave me a reassuring smile. That always makes me feel better.
"Ok" I said as I took a deep breath. "I'm ready to talk to you guys."
Ted and Randy both stood up and followed me out of the bar. I turned around one last time and looked at my best friend. He mouthed to me that I could do it and offered me another smile. I turned back around and Randy, Ted, and I headed thru the lobby and out of the hotel. We decided to walk to the nearby beach. I sat down in the sand and they both sat down across from me.
I looked across at them and took another deep breath. A lump began to rise in my throat.
"This is so hard" I said as my voice cracked. I turned to the first guy.
"I love you so much. You know I do. But I just…I can't with you. I know we have a lot of history together and you mean everything to me. But I just can't. I'm sorry."
I burst into tears as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you too but I understand. This won't change anything between us, I promise" he said. He kissed my cheek and walked away. I sat that crying for a few more minutes. Once I had calmed down, I looked up at the only guy left. He reached out and gently held my face.
"Does this mean what I think it means?" he asked.
"Yes it does. I love you but we need to respect the other guy and keep our PDA to a minimum for a while okay?"
"Sure thing" he smiled. He leaned over and offered me a gentle, yet passionate kiss. "This is the best moment of my life. Nothing can compare to this. I love you so much, Amy" he said as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I love you too, Randy."
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No Way Out; San Jose, CA
6 days later
"The following contest is for the WWE Divas Championship! Making her way to the ring, from Montreal Quebec Canada, being accompanied by The Miz...she is the Divas Champion, Maryse!" Lillian Garcia boomed into the microphone.
I was standing backstage in the guerilla position, waiting for my music to hit. But I was surrounded by my crew: Bestie, Cody, pretty much all of the Divas, Y2Jackass, Junior, and of course my gorgeous boyfriend, Randy. I was jumping around and doing stretches, preparing for the biggest match of my career.
"You'll do great, bestie. I know it" Dave smiled.
"Yeah you're gonna kick serious ass, Amycakes" Junior grinned.
I took a couple more deep breaths and my music hit. "Let's go guys" I said to Junior, Randy, and Cody. Ted and Cody walked away first. I went to follow and Randy grabbed my hand.
"I love you babe" he said as he kissed me.
"I love you too."
"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!" the Divas all said in unison.
"Oh shut up you assclowns."
Despite the fact I had joined a heel stable, the fans were cheering wildly for me. I don't know if it was because we were in San Jose or the fact that I really hadn't turned into a true heel. I guess I could say I was like my hero Stone Cold: the heel everyone loved.
I stepped into the ring and stood on the top turnbuckle. Without even thinking about it, I struck Randy's old pose, which surprisingly got a huge pop from my "home town" crowd. I looked down in the audience and I could see my family in the front row: my mom, my dad, my dad's girlfriend, my sister, my brother in law, and of course my adorable nephews. My little nephew was going crazy and screaming at me. I figured it wasn't a very "heel" thing to do, but I went over and hugged all of my family anyways. Lovable heel right? The camera zoomed in on me right when my little nephew gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me he loved me, which got a collective "awwwwwww" from the crowd.
King: And we're almost set to go in this Diva's Championship match, just as soon as Amy stops saying hi to her family.
Cole: She may be a heel, but at least she still has a heart.
King: Very true Cole. Very true. You don't see that often that's for sure.
With a smile still on my face, I got back in the ring. The ref rang the bell and our match began.
For what seemed like forever, frenchie and I went back and forth. I had climbed on top of the turnbuckle to execute a hurricanrana when Miz tried to grab my foot. Fortunately Legacy ran over and attacked him.
Cole: Legacy with the save!
King: They're like a pack of wild dogs on Miz! What was he thinking trying to interfere in this match?!?!
The frenchie was distracted by the attacked, screaming at them in French which allowed me to hit the move. I went for the cover but she kicked out. She got up and hit me with a clothesline and went to set me up for her DDT.
King: Looks like it's lights out for Amy!
But I countered into a DDT of my own. We were both out on the ground. The ref started the count. He had reached 8 when we both got to our feet. I NAILED her hard with a clothesline and when she got up again, I hit her with a Lou Thez press. I slowly got up and hit my first finisher on her, Ravishing Grimness (basically a front face buster). She was out cold so I climbed the turnbuckle. When I reached the top, I pointed at my family in the front row and mouthed 'this is for you' to them. I soared thru the air and hit the Shooting Star Press, which creative had dubbed the San Jose Sunrise. I kinda like it!
Cole: And Amy hits the SAN JOSE SUNRISE!! Going for the cover..1….2…..3!!! AMY HAS WON HER FIRST CHAMPIONSHIP!!
As soon as he said 3, I burst into tears. I broke down even more when he handed me the belt. Miz had already gotten Maryse out of the ring and Legacy came in and celebrated with me. As they lifted me up onto their shoulders (kinda like Angle's family did when he won HIS first championship), I couldn't help but think about everything I'd been thru over the past year. My life has changed so much.
The guys finally put me down and I ran over to the family. I was given so many hugs and kisses from them I lost count. I told every one of them that I loved them more than anything. After a few minutes (and a pat on my shoulder from Junior), I headed back up the ramp with my crew and my eyes filled with tears. The guys encouraged me to turn around and take it all in. Lifting my newly won championship into the air, I got one last 'pop' from the hometown crowd. I mouthed 'thank you' to them and disappeared behind the curtain.
If this is what the first year was like, I can only imagine what it's going to be like next year.
A/N: I want to thank everyone who has ever reviewed this story. You guys are awesome and it's been a pleasure writing this FOR YOU. So thank you! And don't worry. A sequel is coming soon!!